ERIK was an Alpha in his prime. And having spent the better part of his life in battle, his stamina was tried and tested. But this… this was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Ariyan was insatiable, demanding Erik fuck him harder and faster with every orgasm he wrenched from the boy’s tiny frame. Their bodies were locked in a battle unlike any other; vicious and carnal, neither of them willing to yield just yet.

“There!” Ariyan breathed, his nails shredding the Alpha’s back with another wave of renewed enthusiasm. "Erik—!" Ariyan covered his mouth to hold back the intense moan, but the Alpha pulled it away. Erik wanted to hear every one of Ariyan’s throaty, breathless whimpers; eager to hear his name tumble from the Omega’s lips just one more time.

They were so deep in their pleasure, the Alpha wasn’t sure if they’d ever surface again, but even as the claws of exhaustion threatened to pull him under, Erik couldn’t help but want more. The way Ariyan clung to him; the way their eyes remained locked throughout each powerful thrust… it was perfect and terrifying at the same time. Erik had never experienced this kind of connection with anyone, so the fact that it was happening with the son of his enemy made no sense to him at all. Still, the energy between them was undeniable. This was a completely different kind of fucking. It was passionate and intense, and it made Erik feel… 

“So good…” Ariyan's words slurred as Erik grazed his fangs along his shoulder. “Fu...fuck…. I need...I... I want…” His words were barely intelligible through his pants. He lifted his legs, squeezing them around Erik's waist and pulling him deeper inside. “Ahgh!” Ariyan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hold on the Alpha so tight it was impossible for Erik to pull away.

“Fill me…” Ariyan let out a guttural moan when his cock finally erupted, cum splattering over Erik’s stomach and chest. But even as the young Omega was swept up in the intensity of his orgasm, he refused to let Erik go. “Don't stop,” Ariyan demanded, embedding his nails into Erik's back. “Harder…” he pleaded. “Faster. Take me!”

ERIK fucked Ariyan into exhaustion, collapsing onto the thin mattress beside his mate. Every muscle in his body had been worked to the limit, making the simple act of sitting up difficult. When the knock came at the door, Erik had to force himself off the bed. He arranged Ariyan properly, tossing a cover over the boy’s naked form before answering the knock. Anatoly stood in the door frame, holding a tray of food, and not at all taken aback by Erik’s nudity.

“I brought you both dinner,” Anatoly said. “If you’d like, I can feed Ariyan while you…”

Erik took the tray, before Anatoly could finish his sentence. He slammed the door in the Healer’s face, setting the food down on the small table bolted to the wall beside the bed. Erik was starving and ready to eat, but the idea of someone else touching his exhausted and vulnerable mate had the Alpha’s blood boiling.

“We need to eat,” Erik grunted.

"Eat.." Ariyan repeated as he slid his hand up Erik’s leg. "But you're the only thing I'm hungry for, My Lord."  Erik’s cock stirred between his muscular thighs, but Anatoly’s warning echoed in his ears. There would be time for pleasure later. Right now, they both needed food and sleep.

Erik gathered Ariyan’s slight frame into his arms, holding the male firmly against his chest. His mate fought to straddle his waist, but Erik subdued him with ease. It took a bit of coaxing, but Erik managed to get Ariyan to eat a piece of smoked meat. Once Ariyan realized how hungry he was, he allowed Erik to hand-feed him the rest of his dinner. It was a level of intimacy the Alpha had never experienced before, but it felt so natural he didn’t seem to notice.

Full and sated, Ariyan fell asleep in Erik’s arms. The Alpha laid him on the bed, cleaning the boy up with a damp cloth before tucking his naked body under the covers. His own dinner was cold, but it filled his belly well enough. The bed wasn’t large enough for them both, and since Erik didn’t want to leave his mate alone and without protection, he decided to sleep on the floor. He cleaned himself off, forgoing clothes or a blanket. The Alpha ran hot, so the need for additional heat was unnecessary. Leaning against the wall, Erik sat and watched Ariyan sleep…


IT was the shift in the flow of air that woke the Alpha; subtle and almost imperceptible to most. But Erik was not like most men, and having spent the better part of his life on the battlefield, even the slightest change in his environment had his wolf pacing its cage. His hand came up before his eyes opened, his finger’s wrapping around the intruder’s neck. Bright green orbs glowed in the flickering candlelight, Ariyan’s piercing gaze seemingly to look straight through him.

“I’ve could’ve killed you, little wolf.” Erik slowly released his grip on Ariyan's throat, angling his wrist so that his fingers laced through Ariyan's soft, white blonde hair. The look in his mate’s eyes was one of pure lust, making Erik wonder if Ariyan enjoyed being choked. The Omega was on his hands and knees, his predatory look a clear indication of his intentions.

When Ariyan pounced, Erik was ready. He caught his little wolf in his arms, struggling a moment to get his mate under control. Erik found his hand around Ariyan's throat once more. He growled low, and gave Ariyan a warning glare. Ariyan shifted to his side and showed the Alpha the bite at the base of his neck. A clear sign of submission. Erik stilled then, running his thumb along the healed mark. There was second of deafening silence between them; a moment when their human sides ceased to exist, leaving only their wolves...

They crashed together in a fit of animalistic passion, their kiss wet and sloppy, and bordering on painful. Erik pulled Ariyan onto his lap, grabbing his lover’s ass and kneading the soft cheeks as Ariyan straddled his waist. The Omega whimpered and whined, pressing himself so close to Erik, the Alpha was convinced that any second they’d become one living, breathing entity.

It was Ariyan who took hold of Erik’s cock first, grabbing it with the kind of command that said, “This. Is. Mine.” The Alpha grunted at the unexpected touch, the sound transforming into a deep guttural moan as Ariyan shoved the bulging, veiny cock into his tight little hole. Erik pressed his brow to Ariyan’s delicate shoulder, his massive arms completely enveloping the small male. He fought to breathe through the pleasure, his mind trying to process how soft and wet his lover’s pussy was. Needing a way to ground himself, Erik sank his fangs into Ariyan’s flesh, the sweet taste of his mate’s blood flooding his mouth. It was a shock to the senses, dragging Erik from the edge of insanity.

Why had he denied himself this for so long? From the day he mated Ariyan, his wolf had craved the closeness that had come with the bite. Erik had gone to great lengths to forget that night; to forget the intoxicating taste that had left him reeling just like this. Once more, Erik felt as if they were one; two souls existing in perfect harmony. The sensation was eerily similar to stepping into the spirit realm; calm and peaceful, like he belonged there.

Erik pulled back, pausing a moment to lick the blood off of Ariyan’s shoulder. He hadn’t even wiped the crimson stain from his mouth when his mate crushed their lips together in another passionate kiss. The Alpha winced in pain when Ariyan’s fang nipped his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. And when Ariyan broke the kiss, it was clear one taste was not enough. Erik caught a flicker of light reflected off his lover’s fangs just before they tore into his shoulder.

There was sharp hiss of pain, followed by a wave of pleasure that swept them both up and away. Erik grabbed Ariyan’s face, hungry for another kiss. They halted in their carnal fucking, almost as if they both desperately needed to savor each other’s taste. But then Ariyan’s hips started rocking and rolling again, and all thoughts of intimacy were lost in the grunting and groaning of their violent fuck.

They never left the floor. Erik took Ariyan in every position imaginable, sampling every inch of his lover’s porcelain skin he could reach. Erik had never heard of an Omega marking his Alpha, but Ariyan took great liberties laying claim to several parts of Erik’s hulking frame. Saying he didn’t enjoy it would be a lie.

Erik loved how freely they fucked. Their pleasure was shared, but the pursuit of it was equally selfish. Both sought release, and they were using each other’s body to reach it. Even still, it was… transcendent.

Erik had never fucked like this. Never looked his partner in the eyes when he took them. It made him wonder if he could ever go back to their emotionless rutting. It made him wonder how he would see his little wolf when the haze of heat dissipated. When they were forced to face each other in the light of day once more.